Sincerity

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The middle-aged man snorted disdainfully, raised his hand and struck out with a bloody wolf claw, five streaks of blood-colored energy tore through the air, and went straight to Gu Sheng's throat.

Gu Sheng stood still and did not move, but gently raised his right hand.

"Buzz"

Nine Dragon Universe Cauldron The shadow suddenly solidified, and a golden light flashed past.

The middle-aged man's movements suddenly froze. His eyes widened and he looked down at his neck in disbelief.

"You"

As soon as he said a word, a line of blood suddenly spurted out from his neck.

"Plop!"

A head rolled to the ground, then turned into a plume of black smoke and dissipated.

The headless corpse shook twice and fell to the ground.

The whole place was dead silent.

Ye Yiyi covered his mouth, his pupils contracted violently.

She didn't see clearly how Gu Sheng took action. A third-level sect-level expert died like this?

Gu Sheng took back his hand, and the shadow of the golden cauldron slowly rotated behind him.

He glanced at the remaining people and his voice was cold.

"Who else wants to try?"

"Get out! Get out!"

The expressions of the other two strong men in the sect changed greatly, and they turned around and ran away without hesitation.

The other warriors were so frightened that they dispersed in the blink of an eye.

It wasn't until the last breath disappeared within the range of perception that the shadow of the golden cauldron behind Gu Sheng gradually faded away.

"Gu Sheng, you."

Ye Yiyi stepped forward quickly, his voice trembling.

"You just now"

"Help me."

Gu Sheng suddenly heard a voice, with a hint of weakness in his voice.

"Don't show it."

Ye Yiyi was shocked and understood immediately.

She pretended to hold Gu Sheng's arm affectionately, but in fact she was secretly supporting him mentally.

"Let's find a safe place."

She said softly, with a sweet smile on her face, as if they were just an ordinary couple.

Gu Sheng nodded imperceptibly and allowed Ye Yiyi to lead him forward slowly.

His face was still calm, but Ye Yiyi could feel that his body was shaking slightly.

The two walked "intimately" for a while until they turned into a hidden valley.

"How are you?"

As soon as they entered the valley, Ye Yiyi immediately let go of his hand and asked nervously.

Gu Sheng sat down against a boulder, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"It's okay, it's just too much consumption."

Ye Yiyi took out the water bag and handed it to him.

"That was the power of Nine Dragon Universe Cauldron that you just had?"

Gu Sheng took the water bag and took a sip.

"Yeah."

"But you are obviously only Earth Martial Realm seventh level, how could you."

Ye Yiyi hesitated to speak.

Gu Sheng looked up at her with deep eyes.

"Everyone has secrets, don't they?"

Ye Yiyi was speechless.

Indeed, doesn't she herself hide her identity as a core disciple of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect?

"But thank you anyway."

Gu Sheng said suddenly.

"We cooperated very well just now."

Ye Yiyi's face is slightly hot.

"We are companions, as we should be."

Gu Sheng The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was about to say something, when his expression suddenly turned serious.

"They're back."

"What?"

Ye Yiyi looked at Taniguchi in shock.

Sure enough, two powerful auras were approaching quickly.

"Hmph, a mere Earth Martial Realm can actually kill the third level of the sect. This kid must have a shocking secret!"

Azure Blood Divine Sect The elder in the blood robe had a gloomy expression, with both greed and fear in his eyes.

Nine Heavens Divine Sect Second Elder next to him snorted coldly, his sleeves and robes moved automatically without any wind, and it was obvious that he was also not at peace in his heart.

"That sword light is definitely not an ordinary martial skill."

Second Elder narrowed his eyes.

"At least a top-grade earth-level martial skill, maybe even a heaven-level martial skill!"

The blood-robed elder licked his chapped lips.

"If you can acquire this martial skill"

"Stop dreaming!"

Second Elder interrupted unceremoniously.

"Didn't you see how relaxed that kid was when he killed Elder Skyfire Divine Sect? Who knows how many more swords he can kill?"

The two looked at each other and saw deep fear in each other's eyes.

"That's all, this matter is beyond our control."

The blood-robed elder finally sighed.

"Report it to the leader and let him make a decision."

Second Elder nodded slightly.

"That's how it should be."

The two Dao Body figures turned into streams of light and disappeared into the sky, leaving only the messy traces of the battle and the horrified looks of onlookers in the distance.

Xiaguang City East, a quiet courtyard.

Ye Yiyi helped Gu Sheng into the inner room and carefully let him sit on the bed.

Her autumn-like eyes were full of complex expressions, including shock, worry, and even more indescribable curiosity.

"Are you really okay?"

she asked softly, a tremor in her voice.

Gu Sheng grinned, with a bit of rebelliousness in that smile.

"It's just a minor injury, why should I care about it?"

After saying that, the true energy in his body shook slightly, and his upper body clothes suddenly turned into pieces and fell down, revealing his strong upper body and the wounds that were densely packed and cracked like spider webs.

Blood was slowly seeping out from the cracks, staining the bed red.

"Ah!"

Ye Yiyi exclaimed and subconsciously took half a step back.

"Is this a minor injury?"

Gu Sheng didn't care. He looked down at his injuries with satisfaction in his eyes.

"A third-level Zongjing counterattack on the verge of death can cause such injuries. It is already considered that he is not strong enough."

Ye Yiyi looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you crazy? This kind of injury would have been long ago for a normal person."

Her words stopped abruptly, because the scene in front of her completely stunned her. Gu Sheng The wounds on her body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Those hideous cracks seemed to be stitched by invisible hands. They quickly closed, scabbed, and fell off, leaving only faint red marks in the end.

"How is this possible?"

Ye Yiyi eyes widened.

"Even a strong person in the sect realm does not have such a terrifying recovery ability!"

Gu Sheng casually took out a piece of black clothing from the storage ring and put it on, covering the scars that had almost disappeared.

He moved his muscles and bones, making a crackling sound, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Now, we can talk about the Purple Cloud Grotto-Heaven thing you mentioned before."

Gu Sheng looked directly into Ye Yiyi's eyes, his gaze as bright as a torch.

Ye Yiyi, trying to calm down the shock inside.

She walked to the window and looked at the looming outline of Zixia Mountain in the distance with a low voice.

"Purple Cloud Divine Pool is not a naturally occurring thing."

"Oh?"

Gu Sheng raised an eyebrow.

"Its real name should be 'Creation Immortal Pool'."

Ye Yiyi turned around with a mysterious light in his eyes.

"It was built by a great power in ancient times and was specially used to reunite the physical body."

Gu Sheng's eyes flashed.

"Regain the physical body?"

"That's right."

Ye Yiyi nodded.

"According to legend, as long as the soul remains, even if there is only a trace of the soul left, with the help of the power of Creation Immortal Pool, one can reshape the body and regain a new life."

Gu Sheng touched his chin thoughtfully.

"No wonder."

"What's the wonder?"

"No wonder the symbiotic soul in Nanhuang Saintess is so obsessed with Purple Cloud Grotto-Heaven."

Gu Sheng had enlightenment in his eyes.

"She wants to use Creation Immortal Pool to break away from the shackles of the physical body and reunite her body."

Ye Yiyi looked solemn.

"Not only that. Do you know the origin of Seventy-two Divine Sects in Southern Xinjiang?"

Gu Sheng shook his head.

"Seventy-two Divine Sects, in fact, they are all branches inherited from the Nanhuang lineage."

Ye Yiyi lowered his voice.

"If people from the Nanhuang lineage are determined to do something, the major religious sects will not be able to stop them."

Gu Sheng Hearing this, his pupils shrank slightly.

"What do you mean"

"I suspect that the remnant soul in Miao Muxue's body is probably..."

Ye Yiyi's voice is getting lower and lower.

"The Southern Emperor himself."

The air in the room seemed to have solidified. The eyes of Gu Sheng and Ye Yiyi were like two sharp swords, pointing directly at Miao Muqing.

The sound of the wind outside the window suddenly stopped, and the entire space was enveloped by a strange energy, completely isolated from the outside world.

"Aren't you Nanhuang?"

Ye Yiyi's voice trembled slightly, and the tea cup in her hand fell to the ground with a "pop", and the tea splashed on her skirt embroidered with wisteria flowers.

Miao Muqing A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her slender fingers gently brushed the broken hair on her forehead, revealing a faint cinnabar mark.

"Yes, I am indeed not Nanhuang himself, but her daughter Miao Muqing."

Gu Sheng's eyes flashed, and his right hand subconsciously pressed on the Qingfeng sword at his waist.

He could feel that the energy fluctuations emanating from Miao Muqing were far beyond his imagination. This was definitely not a realm that ordinary warriors could achieve.

"The Southern Emperor's Daughter"

Gu Sheng narrowed his eyes and his voice was as low as thunder.

"Then where is the real Nanhuang?"

Miao Muqing sighed lightly, with sadness in his eyes.

"My mother has long since died in the rebellion a hundred years ago."

She raised her hand, and a ray of blue flame condensed on her fingertips.

"But before that, she used a secret method to seal her soul in me, a descendant of another generation."

Ye Yiyi took a breath of air.

"So you are a symbiosis between two souls?"

"Smart."

Miao Muqing glanced at Ye Yiyi with appreciation.

"My body carries two souls, my own and the remnant soul of my mother."

Gu Sheng suddenly sneered.

"No wonder Seventy-two Halls has been unable to truly control southern Xinjiang."

His sharp eyes looked directly at Miao Muqing.

"The imperial seal is on you, right?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly.

The smile on Miao Muqing's face gradually faded, replaced by a solemn look.

"Mr. Gu is indeed very wise."

She put her right hand on her chest.

"The orthodox imperial seal of Southern Xinjiang is sealed in the origin of my soul."

Ye Yiyi stood up suddenly, and the rosewood chair made a harsh friction sound.

"So Seventy-two Halls appears to be dedicated to the blood of the Southern Emperor, but actually."

"They are monitoring me, looking for opportunities to seize the imperial seal."

Miao Muqing took over the conversation with sarcasm in his eyes.

"For three hundred years, they sniffed out every possible scent like hounds."

Gu Sheng's fingers gently rubbed the hilt of the sword, sorting out information quickly in his mind.

"After the rebellion that year, why didn't any of the strong men from the Southern Emperor's lineage survive?"

Miao Muqing's eyes suddenly burst out with sparks of hatred.

"Because of those hypocrites Eastern Wasteland and Western Desert!"

Her voice suddenly rose, and the air around her trembled.

"They took advantage of the civil strife in southern Xinjiang to join forces and go south. Seventy-two Halls resisted desperately. In the end, not even one out of ten survived."

She calmed down.

"Since then, Southern Xinjiang has changed from a fertile land to what you see now. A barren land with thin spiritual energy and lack of resources."

Ye Yiyi looked unbearable, while Gu Sheng nodded thoughtfully.

"So Seventy-two Halls's current situation"

"Deserve it!"

Miao Muqing suddenly smiled, with a bit of crazy joy in that smile.

"They betrayed my mother, but ended up like this. It's really God's reincarnation!"

The room fell into brief silence.

Gu Sheng suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Miss Miao, I'm afraid you're telling us these top secrets not just to clear your name, right?"

Miao Muqing's expression changed subtly, and then returned to calm.

"Mr. Gu is really sharp."

She walked slowly towards the window, her back to the two of them.

"I do want something."

Ye Yiyi tensed up his body vigilantly.

"What do you want?"

"A body."

Miao Muqing turned around, and the moonlight cast mottled shadows on her face through the window lattice.

"My host's soul and I have coexisted for too long, and her body has reached its limit."

Gu Sheng's eyes flashed.

"So you are targeting Purple Cloud Grotto-Heaven?"

"No."

Miao Muqing shook his head.

"Purple Cloud Grotto-Heaven is just a cover. Seventy-two Divine Sects's real target has always been me."

Ye Yiyi looked at Gu Sheng in shock, but the latter seemed to have expected it.

"I should have thought of it earlier."

Gu Sheng sneered.

"From the moment Five Poisons Divine Cult took over the helm, everything went very smoothly."

Miao Muqing nodded slightly.

"Mu Xue's spiritual sense is naturally sensitive. When she saw you for the first time, she decided that you were the only variable in this dead end."

"So you followed me all the way?"

Gu Sheng's voice carries a dangerous tone.

"Even in Five Poisons Divine Cult territory"

"We do secretly help each other."

Miao Muqing admitted it frankly.

"Otherwise, do you think you can really escape from Five Poisons Divine Cult's siege on your own?"

Gu Sheng frowned slightly, with a sharp light in his eyes.

He didn't expect that he would be targeted so early.

"When Tianyou Sect started spreading the news?"

Gu Sheng's voice was low and calm, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the jade charm around his waist.

"So, your Nanhuang lineage's eyesight is wider than I thought."

Miao Muqing smiled slightly, with a bit of mystery and confidence in that smile.

She gently brushed the broken hair on her forehead, revealing her eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Tang Qingyun of Blazing Sun City arrived at Tianyou City with Eastern Wasteland warriors first, and about your situation."

She paused, with a sly look in her eyes.

"Your old friend Situ Qingfeng told me."

"Situ Qingfeng?"

Gu Sheng's pupils shrank, and his fingers suddenly stopped on the jade talisman.

This name was like a key, instantly opening a box deep in his memory.

Indeed, only the two of them knew about the jade talisman.

Miao Muqing caught the subtle changes in Gu Sheng's expression, and the smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper.

"It seems I was right. Brother Situ thinks you might be able to help me."

She took a step forward, her skirt rising slightly.

"And my sister Mu Xue is also convinced that you can help us get out of this dead end."

Gu Sheng was silent for a moment, looking at the seemingly weak but unfathomable woman in front of him like a knife.

"What kind of sincerity has the Nanhuang lineage prepared?"

he asked bluntly.

Miao Muqing did not answer immediately, but asked rhetorically.